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[ Those flames are definitely a problem - when they're directed at me. Hawks is fairly certain at the moment since Dabi's in his...aggressive friendship phase? That he's not trying to hurt him. That and if he showed fear, the other would pounce on it most likely. Reading the situation, he's not afraid, just amused. ]

I'd say you also tell all the birds that. [ Hawks snickers lightly, however at the rest of what he says he gasps, completely affronted. ]

You've never had fried chicken?! How is that possible? We have to fix this!

[ Excuse Hawks while he makes a grab for Dabi's sleeve to tug him along lightly to place their order because honestly, who hasn't eaten fried chicken?! ]

Hah. You wish.

[ He grinned a bit, eyes quietly searching the younger man for something but not putting anything into words just yet. There was absolutely no intent to hurt him at this point, let alone giving him a reason to think he would unless given a real reason to do so. ]

That's why we're here, isn't it?

[ At least that was Dabi's whole perception of this little outing, beyond just ensuring the blond actually took time to eat and have someone to do so with. It's also why he wasn't fighting the way that Hawks was tugging him lightly towards the place where they'd make their order. ]

Guess it was never high on my priority list before. Things change. Wanted to see what's so great about it.

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[ Odds were pretty decent that he would eat and fly because he never really stops moving, historically. It's hard to get him to rest. Satisfied he's with him, he does let go of his sleeve and places his order for what has to be for a fairly healthy appetite, which he has. ]

I hope you like it, but if you don't I'll eat the leftovers!

[ How much can he eat? A lot. He's never really tested it. ]

It's chicken, everything's great about chicken, they're so tasty. I could totally live on chicken.

[ He would think that, raptor instincts. ]

Heh. Somehow it's more entertaining to hear you say that, given your quirk.

[ Part of him almost wondered if it was nearly akin to cannibalism for the guy with the avian quirk to enjoy eating chicken so much.

Though Dabi couldn't help the clear amusement shining in his eyes as he regarded the other man, stepping closer to put in a smaller order of something simpler that had caught his eye. Once he was done, his gaze turned back to Hawks since the man had said something about paying for him so he stepped aside so he could get that all finished. ]

How long have you had such a love for this stuff anyway?

Fried chicken specifically? Since I was eighteen. [ Hawks does handle the rest of it, paying for the food, now they just have to wait. Fortunately, they've got time. ]

They make chicken everything you know and all of it is good. [ He hums. ] Before you ask, same answer. I don't remember having chicken as a kid. I don't think I could tell you most of what I ate back then anyway.

[ Some of it could've been chicken but nothing like he gets to eat now when he cheats on what the Commission wants him to eat. ]

[ Even if he is mildly loathe to admit it, there was something kind of nice being able to talk and get information without there being ulterior motives behind it.

So he listened to everything with his hands in the pockets of his pants, nodding a bit then exhaling a quiet hum. Taking a second or two to consider just what he could offer in turn without touching too much on the gloomy shadow that had been his childhood. ]

Same. We... had a lot of japanese style food in our home when I was growing up, and then after I joined the league? It was whatever we could afford, which usually wasn't much.

[ No, Dabi knows he can't talk much about his past but given Hawks has shared some of his own? It felt... right to share things in turn. Even if just crumbs for now. ]

[ He doesn't have a motive to get to know Dabi, aside from this tentative friendship between them. He leans against the counter lazily, tilting his head slightly. It certainly works to make him feel like he should reply in turn.

The super secret life of the current number two, something that would never ever see the light of day. ]

We didn't have much food. My parents spent their money on other things. A lot of really sketchy leftovers and I had a pretty good hunting instinct too. [ He's been a scrappy survivor type since he was born, he's not going down that easy. ]

Couldn't even call where we were living a house so... [ He offers a deflecting smile. ] I'm not fancy.

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